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• A Good Morning (1)

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• A Bad Morning (2)

Have you ever found yourself in that situation where you can’t find a way to leave in the morning? Girls love calling guys out on it, but the truth is that we do it too. Sometimes you just want some fun without commitment, no strings attached and what not. I think it doesn’t sound that bad when a girl admits to doing as much in this day and age.

I sure had a few rough mornings when I either met a clingy guy, or one that stormed taking a little “souvenir” with him. I once had a guy over who stole my lamp for some reason, so after that incident I try and get them to go to their place or avoid the “sleeping in” scenario. What can I say? I’m not looking for prince charming right now, I just want to roll around in the sheets and have a good time.

And that’s exactly what I got from a guy I picked up at a concert. It was at a small indie gig from a guy I know, so it’s still technically a concert. Anyways, my original intention for the night was to go with him once the event was over since he’s in a band and has good looks. Too bad for him that he plays the bass, because really, who goes out with the bass player? All jokes aside, I couldn’t shake this other guy off, in the best possible way. He was what you could call “heavy set” but I don’t discriminate, he was fun, kinda pretty for a guy and he had the right attitude.

We had a quick smoke outside over a bit of small talk. He was confident enough in his ability to please and I was more than willing to give him a chance, not because I’m easy but because he did everything right. So right in fact, that that we ended making out on his couch during a hot and heavy session of petting.

Things eventually led us to the bedroom, he proved himself to be a good lay. Nothing extraordinary but more than what you could hope from his looks, he was also diligent enough to point out where the keys were so I could leave when I wanted. At least I would have if not for what happened the next morning.

See, I like doing some kinky stuff during my “performance” one such trick involves throwing my clothes around. I’m so good at it that I apparently threw my shirt and bra off the window, so I only had my pants. I figured it would kill the mood to stop halfway through to pick ‘em up, so I left them out, only for who knows what pervert to take them from his front lawn by the time we woke up.

I’ve worn men’s shirts on my way back home before, but his were so large that they screamed “I boned a fat guy”, plus they were all band shirts so not only were they ill-fitting but they stood out in. This wasn’t a problem, though; the big one came with the fact that I no longer had a bra, so I was a jiggle mess on my way out. The “short walk” to pick up a bus to go back home became an embarrassing parade of stares from his neighbors and a couple people on the streets. What made this all so memorable, was that I had the luck to have a guy bumping into me on the ride “To see them bounce, girl!” and no one cared to stop him, not even me.

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• A Good Morning (0)

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• A Bad Morning (0)

My three friends and I decided to hit the town and head to a party. We started out by going to a bar, where a couple of guys told us about a rave going down at another joint. Seeing how we were a bunch of bored girls with nothing to do we took their invitation and headed out. The guys were hitting it out very well with my friends on the ride to the rave, I almost felt bad for Sarah since she had to drive our car while we rode with the guys, but we couldn’t leave it parked out on the street all night, besides she was too much of a prude to hop on one of the guys’ lap.

The ride to the club was more fun than we expected, the car could fit he five of us easily but we still straddled our chosen guy’s laps. I know it sounds irresponsible to just hit it off with a bunch of guys we met at a bar, only to drive around after drinking a bit but the night was enjoyable to the point where I felt like I didn’t want the car ride to end. We eventually pulled over at the club, it looked a bit seedy to say the least but ”my guy” and I came out of the back seat kissing and holding hands, so I cared little for the looks of the place.

The music in the club was great, and the guys treated of all to drinks. We decided to dance for the guys to warm Sarah up to them, and to have a little bit of fun teasing them. The lights and the pounding beats made everything feel like a dream, plus we were fairly tipsy at this point so we simply let our hairs down and got sexy for them.

A few more drinks later and his hands were all over me, but he was still quite polite about it. The other guys were grabbing and squeezing but my man for the night was almost massaging me with a gentle rub, while I kissed his neck. We were sweaty and pulling at each other’s clothes before long, I was thrilled! And I could tell he was too, so we took off in his car without a word to my friends.

This time around the drive was a bit more exciting; I was far too lost in the moment to think about anything, I was almost drunk and he was tipsy but we still rode a car to his house without killing ourselves, the good things kept coming!

We had gotten so worked up in the car that we barely reached the bedroom before stripping down. Our hands and mouth were caressing and feeling our bodies and I had the best sex I’ve had in a while, maybe it was the drinks or the effects from the club, it could even be that a part of me told me this was all wrong but it was still a lot fun.

I woke up in his bed with a light headache and headed downstairs, he was there cooking lunch for us and telling me to get on the phone since my friends kept asking for me. I called them while he set the table, they were wondering about my exit strategy for the day but then it hit me. I didn’t want to leave just yet, he didn’t want me to go either.

Lunch gave way to a quiet afternoon filled with talking and cuddling, we watched a few movies together and then he drove me home. We exchanged numbers and decided to keep in touch just in case, that was a bit over three months ago and we are still together!

It was the best night ever, though my friends weren’t so lucky with their dates but I got myself the sweetest piece of man I could ask for!